In the darkest moments, the dimmest lights seem brighter. They become iridescent rainbows peeking through windows we shut to shut out the rain. They play along the walls we built up, showing cracks in our armor. The clay foundation we constructed upon dampens and things seem to shift. We flutter closer to the flames hoping to find our escape. Burning wings on fiery desires. Depriving ourselves of oxygen. And yet the light persists until the rising of the Sun. Those once bright lights become dim reminders of our fleeting dawns. Some soar with aims of reaching the star. Others flutter to rest in the shade that remains. In hiding, they snuggle deeper into the covers of excuses and call it warmth.
Posted on: Mon, 09 Sep 2013 12:51:05 +0000
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